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To: Roscoe Karns

"I will never forget that night sitting outside under the stars with you,"

As I ran my hands over your hairy legs and kissed your leathery face,
I was transported into into a world I had only dreamed of.
Your beady eyes spoke to me in a language only we could understand.
The fragrance of your beer soaked toes was almost unbearable.
But, when you placed your greasy hair next to my ear and whispered , " Death to America"
I knew I could not control my passion much longer.


65 posted on 08/30/2005 3:30:33 PM PDT by Wild Irish Rogue
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To: Wild Irish Rogue

LOL!


75 posted on 08/30/2005 3:46:21 PM PDT by Roscoe Karns
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